This is a song about "Money weed"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Music is money, money isn't music

Swear i will murk any beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

A hit,coz i already got weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed