This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see