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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Sometimes i think, what i need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

I got money mind and money on my wrist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit