This is a song about "Dealing weed and money"

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I shed so many tears

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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