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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Put up and smoke that weed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Gotta go, let her leave

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Been running around trying find a job

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke