This is a song about "Money sex weed girls"

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Girls now days i swear down there all sex mad

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes