This is a song about "Gangsters money weed"

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

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

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

I refuse to be another being on this earth

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Looking for them better days