This is a song about "Money niggas and kush"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,