This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

Redan road, that’s my street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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