This is a song about "Gangs money and weed"

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Smoking weed and listening to rap

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Give players plenty space