This is a song about "Weed bitches and alchoo"

African queen got what you need

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

For a bit of weed and chips

My team getting digits

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Weed smoke, booze and violence

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me