This is a song about "Money weed sweep"

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

I can always go home and look down my street

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

But i sweep up the pieces off the floor

And i don't run counters no more

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I bestow blows that freeze flows, and sweep foes,

This is love, nothing else close