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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food