This is a song about "Bustin rhymes money hoes weed purp sizzurp"

The nigga gettin pussy just bustin his rhymes

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Snatch your purse first, slurp sizzurp like serpents,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Got the police bustin' at me/

Where you belong with your family