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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

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..