This is a song about "Bitches money and weed"

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That hands you weed and alcohol

You know...you know who you are

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face