This is a song about "Car money and weed and bitchs"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Last of a dying breed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

That gal want me ride har

That hands you weed and alcohol

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Rolling weed and smoking it too