This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Put up and smoke that weed,

Last of a dying breed

Who be puffin that weed

Nightmare on any street

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue