This is a song about "Bitches money pussy weed"

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Just know that i'm always

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again