This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

I don't really give a fuck

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

I feel like i got fifty cars

And mine somewhere bout mars