This is a song about "Weed shredder danny and lynnda"

'bout to get my other car

And delete that weed you are

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Put up and smoke that weed,

From the back seat, back seat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek