This is a song about "Pussy money weed light skin niggas"

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Pussy niggas dont want war da hood will never match you

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

These pussy niggas talking bout they clean like crisco

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm intense, my raps light niggas on fire like incense,

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare