This is a song about "Money oust weed"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Me and my peeps often meet

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

From the back seat, back seat

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Have no souls indeed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed