This is a song about "Gang bitches money dope gun weed"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league