This is a song about "Money and hoes and marijuana"

That's why we got washington and california tryna make marijuana legal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Cept when im pullin up browns, and not ova, its for marijuana/

Got shows on top of shows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada