This is a song about "Money drugs weed"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I miss the better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs