This is a song about "Money weed hos"

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

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

Nightmare on any street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

About how i killed ho's,

She's bad and she knows

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Weed and rapping weed in jays

It'll last for all these crazy days

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row