This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

From the back seat, back seat

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Who substituted for this weed

The revolution will proceed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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