This is a song about "Homies weed dead"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Mobbing with the homies and family

Who substituted for this weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays