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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I can always go home and look down my street

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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