This is a song about "Pussy money weed codine"

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Music is money, money isn't music

But make sure if they do see

Said she had nice pussy

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Or you'll drive me crazy

Shove it all up in her pussy

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

The drug that they brain need

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Who substituted for this weed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Indubitably i'm too street