This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

So if you spreadin lies ill have to smack a slut

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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