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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

That shoebox shit, over with

Get money then bitches

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens