This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I said i got my ass beat

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

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

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

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this