This is a song about "Get money are die"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Then put it into sex drive

To get money you commit crimes

I walked up and asked what's wrong

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

For people to die, because no money is sent?