This is a song about "Pussy money weed vodien"

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

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

Who substituted for this weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet