This is a song about "I fuck the bitch and sell the hash to get the money to live"

Fuck the money and public opinion

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

They bringing me fish and chips

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

Yo i could set back, sell out, get rich, and light the hash,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

What the fuck am i hear for? just to live and die?

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Getting to the money