This is a song about "Weed money sex strippers bands rolls britches liqueur love hate relationsip"

Knowing you can no longer party

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Me and my peeps often meet

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Wanna see you work your body

Dont love, just hate on me

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league