This is a song about "Money weed and bass"

Put up and smoke that weed,

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Smoking weed and listening to rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats