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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Pop it back stick it out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Guess i’m different than most

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Baby got that super bass