This is a song about "Money n bitches n kush"

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

But somehow it made them listen

Pretending to be awake 'n

To strengthen your defending 'n

So the ones eye has freak don't run

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

Straight lane kiffen them

Sure he died in 96 n

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast