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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Get money then bitches

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

That hands you weed and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Started out with just alc and weed