This is a song about "Money pussy smoking weed"

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Smoking weed with depression,

Go where you ain't been

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Spitting flows, grab my dick, smoking weed, pass that shit,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king