This is a song about "Bitches and money and weed"

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Last of a dying breed

Put up and smoke that weed,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

And this will be the song that we sing

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star

So i ain't giving a fuck

With some weed and a cup

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up