This is a song about "Bitches money weed"

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this