This is a song about "Money weed and bass"

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And delete that weed you are

Hope my city is not too far

I guzzle up at the bar

That hands you weed and alcohol

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops