This is a song about "Money women weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

For those whey no fit dey fix son

And they only talk about women

See with a district columbia vision

My dad been with half of california's women

Looking at these women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

To race or religion not even women

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Ross and folarin, couple women

What up girl, tell me how you been

Can’t you see just how long my run

I don't need fallen women