This is a song about "Fuckin bitches gettin money money payin bills weed loud weed and haters and women"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Started out with just alc and weed

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

With plenty of money and women