This is a song about "Money weed soccer"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

I said i got my ass beat

Who be puffin that weed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain