This is a song about "Death and love and sex and guns and weed and money and cars"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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