This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Who substituted for this weed

You're that secret place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I don't know defeat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops