This is a song about "Money oust weed"

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But now invisible cells around your brain

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Music is money, money isn't music

I said i got my ass beat

Who be puffin that weed