This is a song about "Dennis bitches weed lean money"

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Get money then bitches

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,