This is a song about "Money weed basketball hoes dick streets rap mrek mill"

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

Saying they this and that

Money fast like eminem's rap

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

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap