This is a song about "Money pussy weed glock"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,