This is a song about "Money weed and bitches"

Put up and smoke that weed,

We can't catch the beat

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

She said i'm ready to fuck

With some weed and a cup