This is a song about "Money weed girls"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Cassidy your different from other girls

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i just love your flashy ways

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Bitch i'm all you need

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

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

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer