This is a song about "Gang money green weed blood grape street cuzz"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Your so soft that you couldn't even smash a grape.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Look it something they can't ever see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

We in the big thingseat a dick man

But never once in a gang

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Without your love it's cold as fuck