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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Swear i will murk any beat

Weed smoke, booze and violence

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

What do i really need

Put up and smoke that weed,

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

That hands you weed and alcohol

Its somethin like manute bol