This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

From the back seat, back seat

Who be puffin that weed

Put up and smoke that weed,

The revolution will proceed

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I live my life in tha fast lane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Who substituted for this weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

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