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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,