This is a song about "Money weed sports"

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

From the back seat, back seat

I said i got my ass beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

But i know i see better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And all women who had light features, see

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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