This is a song about "Money bitches and weed"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Get money then bitches

We got to this

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

With some weed and a cup

I thought it'd get better but