This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Money bring pain,money bring gain

It's been nothing but pain

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Who substituted for this weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried