This is a song about "Hoes niggas money weed"

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

You niggas aint got no hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose