This is a song about "Money weed rapping"

Swear i will murk any beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

This beat that he's rapping

I was born to do the damn thing

And this will be the song that we sing

Ever since i started rapping,

What you're lacking is good rapping/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Rappers rapping about money, i’ll take that

Who substituted for this weed

I keep my money neat

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you