This is a song about "Bitches money pussy weed"

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

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

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

African queen got what you need

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon