This is a song about "Gotta make dough for drugs"

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans