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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy