This is a song about "Pussy money weed"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Put up and smoke that weed,

I said i got my ass beat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

I jumped straight in to that pussy,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I think you're a pussy

I swear they think i'm crazy

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed