This is a song about "Air weed money hoes toby"

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

Og like the prince of bel air,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes