This is a song about "My bae money and weed"

I drank pop and i smoke weed, my veins clot, and you ain't even know it,

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars