This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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