This is a song about "Money and girls and weed life"

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

That hands you weed and alcohol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You're that secret place

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

African queen got what you need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Put up and smoke that weed,