This is a song about "Money weed drugs"

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

In private, not public in the streets

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You know i want a piece of that pie

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy