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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

When you feel like this

Get money then bitches

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

It's outrageus, people not having money for food