This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This is the concrete

Who be puffin that weed

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Who substituted for this weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Swear i will murk any beat

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet