This is a song about "Puss money weed"

I can always go home and look down my street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Can barely walk the city streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Swear i will murk any beat

Who be puffin that weed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed