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

And she throws up whatever she eats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

You, you, you have to pay for that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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