This is a song about "Money bitches and smoke the weed"

Give me the weed smoke a ton

Think fast, fast women

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Stand for something or die in the morning

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

So if you wanna leave

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Put up and smoke that weed,