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

Started out with just alc and weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

With some weed and a cup

Say what you wanna but

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Sometimes i think, what i need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And real bitches don't respect you

Rolling weed and smoking it too