This is a song about "Homies bitches money weed bloods guns"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you