This is a song about "Your mum and weed"

I keep my money neat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You can feel it via spirit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Puts up with mum and dads crap

You ain't gon find that

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

We can't catch the beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king