This is a song about "Money weed bitches"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Get money then bitches

So it's nothing to finish

I don't know defeat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"