This is a song about "Money bitches weed"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Now it's time to eat

Who be puffin that weed

And i got mad love to give

Get money then bitches

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you