This is a song about "Love money weed"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Music is done without love but is done for the money

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby