This is a song about "Money sex and weed"

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

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

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

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

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex