This is a song about "Dealing weed and money"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

With some weed and a cup

They just don't give a fuck

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation