This is a song about "Weed and the shed"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Hungry for a win and i'm unfed, let me shed, this burden

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Bust the weed out and this won't take long,

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed