This is a song about "Money weed bitches"

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

The drug that they brain need

Who substituted for this weed

Who be puffin that weed

I don't know defeat