This is a song about "Pussy money weed codine"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Just know that i'm always

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

This is the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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