This is a song about "Money faze up hood clout pussie weed"

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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 say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood