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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

You're that secret place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat