This is a song about "Money and weed"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

What do i really need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup