This is a song about "Money weed death"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But hey yo look, money from across the street

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Spending her time with him i guess

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Your body's right as rain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy