This is a song about "Pussy money weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

She say you got a pussy!

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

It's a battlejust for tha big money