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

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

(fast) i want da money car door funny

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

Money fast like eminem's rap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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