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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

And all my childhood memories

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Down here its like i'm the only that don't smoke the weed