This is a song about "Money weed sweep"

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I’m way harder than the concrete

Cause they right down the street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

African queen got what you need

Who substituted for this weed

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.