This is a song about "Money drugs weed"

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Slow and steady wins this race

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Bonding over our love for drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans