This is a song about "Money weed and bitches"

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Put up and smoke that weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried