This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

I keep my money neat

Who be puffin that weed

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see