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

I wonder why we take from our women

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street