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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Put expressions in their music and create the face