This is a song about "Love money weed"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

I keep my money neat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain