This is a song about "Puss money weed"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I walk the streets lookin' for some puss to fetch me

Unshaven puss makes my penis blow

See, it's something about commitment though

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,