This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

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

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu