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

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Get you high, keep it on the low

U stole my money bread and dough

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free