This is a song about "Money sex weed girls"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet