This is a song about "Hoes niggas money weed"

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This is only for the hip-hop lovers