This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Some fucking weed to grind

To my unborn child

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed