This is a song about "Fuck bitches get money and sell drugs"

//who sell drugs to feed their family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fuck the money and public opinion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

Fuck your wines and your drugs, i'm higher than the world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs