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

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Ain't even tryna hold back

Skyrocket like weed on crack

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat