This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches weed pussy sam haze cheese food fam sex fanny rizzla macten"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I keep my money neat

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

A whore is someone who want money for sex

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen