This is a song about "Pussy money weed codine"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

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

But i'm not worried

Who be puffin that weed

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

It's obvious i'm crazy

I think you're a pussy

Who substituted for this weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street