This is a song about "Money weed and bitcthes"

What do i really need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And this will be the song that we sing

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

That hands you weed and alcohol

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

For a bit of weed and chips

All green nigga pick six

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

We going weed, women and some alcohol