This is a song about "Money weed rapping"

But i know i see better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Just got to keep rapping

Let my angel sing

Sometimes i think, what i need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

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

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Don't speak when i'm rapping