This is a song about "Mtl weed money family monet"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Or even near to my family

And losin all his money

Visiting the family

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now i'm missin my family

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

In his body and face

Weed and rapping weed in jays