This is a song about "Money weed death guns basketball"

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

African queen got what you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like basketball i toss the alley

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Playing basketball everyday.triple double!

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince