This is a song about "Weed bitches"

I keep my money neat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

But don't like that about pipe or weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Who substituted for this weed

Redan road, that’s my street

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

What do i really need