This is a song about "Money weed and bitches"

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

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

Get money then bitches

I'm in love with your business

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

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

With some weed and a cup

Love will have you stuck

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I keep my money neat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Me and my peeps often meet