This is a song about "Guns money weed bitches cars"

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

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

Now let's make this

Get money then bitches

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game