This is a song about "Bitchs money weed"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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..