This is a song about "Money drugs weed"

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Bonding over our love for drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups