This is a song about "Money weed bitches"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

Indubitably i'm too street

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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