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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,