This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

And slid back north of course to pen more

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

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

What do i really need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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