This is a song about "Puss money weed"

Put up and smoke that weed,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Who substituted for this weed

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I said i got my ass beat

Who be puffin that weed