This is a song about "Weed money drugs"

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

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

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

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs