This is a song about "Money weed and bitches"

I know i've came so far

That hands you weed and alcohol

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Weed and rapping weed in jays

It'll last for all these crazy days

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

If you believe then you can achieve

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts