This is a song about "Money and bitches and smokeing weed"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I said i got my ass beat

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Don't fuck around and make it true

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Tryin hard to hide my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Wish i could shed all these tears

Weed smoke, booze and violence

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

With some weed and a cup