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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married