This is a song about "Weed pizza and cigarettes"

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Had to kick cigarettes

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Started out with just alc and weed

Swear i will murk any beat

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed