This is a song about "Money and weed"

Say what you wanna but

With some weed and a cup

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

For a bit of weed and chips

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Niggas that guided me through

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat