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

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And imma make these hoes bleed

Swear i will murk any beat