This is a song about "Pussy money weed vodien"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But i'm not worried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Who substituted for this weed

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

You a lady boss, now you fly free

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

Nightmare on any street