This is a song about "Money oust weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Who substituted for this weed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I need to beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat