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

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

But i'm not worried

Put up and smoke that weed,

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

I never thought the money and power would get to this level,

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

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed