This is a song about "Money weed bitches"

From the back seat, back seat

Who substituted for this weed

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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