This is a song about "Money weed girls"

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Music is money, money isn't music

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Who be puffin that weed

The revolution will proceed