This is a song about "Pussy women weed"

But if i can't batter the women

Can’t you see just how long my run

Ross and folarin, couple women

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

I don't need fallen women

I don't trust no one

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

What up girl, tell me how you been

Looking at these women

With plenty of money and women

But somehow it made them listen

And pray for better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays