This is a song about "Money and weed and cocaine and cash"

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Hopin' when this bread get here

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I said i got my ass beat

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine