This is a song about "Money drugs hoes weed"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy