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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

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

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek