This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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