This is a song about "Money niggas and kush"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

And all my childhood memories

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

I'm in awe from all of those features

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

I be stuck to the money you niggas is too backwards

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters