This is a song about "Money weed sweep"

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Who substituted for this weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

About to sweep the nation

It ain't where i been