This is a song about "Oranges bitches money weed"

Who be puffin that weed

Bitch i'm all you need

Not even oranges, you just sniff and peel

A born starter, in the game for real

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

What do i really need