This is a song about "Money weed death"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Music is money, money isn't music

I shall but love thee better after death.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Indubitably i'm too street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see