This is a song about "Hoes niggas money weed"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..