This is a song about "Bitches weed money"

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Who substituted for this weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes