This is a song about "Money girls and weed"

I’m way harder than the concrete

Started out with just alc and weed

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

See, i like the person that you are

That hands you weed and alcohol