This is a song about "Faggots pussy niggas guns cars money weed jail"

Them pussy niggas from uptown been my pet peeve

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

Where would i be without my dogs

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim