This is a song about "Bitches weed money"

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Who substituted for this weed

I said i got my ass beat

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

From the back seat, back seat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed