This is a song about "Pussy monday weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

Starting off the monday, so calm, so nice, quickly takin from you.

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

What do i really need

Put up and smoke that weed,

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Until i started to lose my way

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed