This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

You can search but you'll never find

Some fucking weed to grind

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Young money motherfucker we the shit

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again