This is a song about "Money cars weed gun rappers"

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

All green nigga pick six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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