This is a song about "Pussy money weed bitches"

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live