This is a song about "Money weed cocain crack and colt 45z"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we kings and queens

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Yeah i know we never got to meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack