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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

U took all my money and ran away...

She can't know where my mother stay

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Take my bus and bust down money

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain