This is a song about "Money weed death"

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Who be puffin that weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Yes sir, please confess

That's all u need is death

Who substituted for this weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Grow older, closer to death.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I shall but love thee better after death.