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

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I love the money but i hate the cheese

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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