This is a song about "Money drugs hoes weed"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,