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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Almost lost my life to the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

U took all my money and ran away...

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we be kings and queens