This is a song about "Money weed pussy"

What them tippers don't see

I think you're a pussy

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She say you got a pussy!

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes