This is a song about "Pusy money weed"

Indubitably i'm too street

Who be puffin that weed

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Put up and smoke that weed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Music is money, money isn't music

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

But don't like that about pipe or weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried