This is a song about "Weed and the streets"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i just love your flashy ways

She can make a pimp fall in love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Played our beats on the streets