This is a song about "Get this money and smoke weed"

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

But you never come when you period is five days

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Fuck all of this, lemme just get sit down and breathe maybe get some weed,