This is a song about "Pussy monday weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I think you're a pussy

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Monday in my room again

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Said she had nice pussy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

But i'm not worried

Put up and smoke that weed,