This is a song about "Pussey money weed"

I need to beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I’m way harder than the concrete

A hit,coz i already got weed

The revolution will proceed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed