This is a song about "Pussy monday weed"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Said she had nice pussy

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game