This is a song about "Money weed girls"

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

They slowly showin they colors

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Redan road, that’s my street

Who be puffin that weed

From the back seat, back seat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed