This is a song about "Pussy money weed vodien"

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Said she had nice pussy

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

This is the concrete

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Sometimes i think, what i need

Who substituted for this weed

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

The revolution will proceed

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free