This is a song about "Dick money weed"

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Music is money, money isn't music

My shit was submarine like, under ship

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Buy my dick, man whys my dick

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But i'm not worried

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete