This is a song about "Money weed and pussy"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Cussin' pussy and status,

Here i go again, searching for love

Weed smoke, booze and violence

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Started out with just alc and weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet