This is a song about "Making money fast of selling weed"

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I wish i’ll never see you again

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Got a nigga in her face just gassed