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

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They say nothings ever free

I used to live where the flats be,

Let me lose it on these students im the rudest mutant witha life thats ruined

Since i deem qualities of my philosophy on 'the me' to be what i need to live and