This is a song about "Bitches money drugs weed truck niggers red neck donald trump"

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

The pain still clinging to his broken frame, neck red and inflamed,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

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

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

If you believe then you can achieve

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed