This is a song about "Money weed and bitches"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Sometimes i think, what i need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Slumdog far apart any sub par

That hands you weed and alcohol