This is a song about "Money bitches and weed"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

That hands you weed and alcohol

I'm a fucking rap star