This is a song about "Money weed and bass"

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

Ain't seen his seed in 14 days, that nigga too weak

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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