This is a song about "Money weed and pussy"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

With some weed and a cup

She was the queen of the club

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I was playing with guns

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Put up and smoke that weed,

Bitch i'm all you need