This is a song about "Drugs money weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see