This is a song about "Weed bitches and alchoo"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

The drug that they brain need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Weed smoke, booze and violence

We going weed, women and some alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar