This is a song about "Money weed rapping"

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Baby, you got that super bass

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ever since i started rapping,

Hating my macking, they asking

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"