This is a song about "Pusy money weed"

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But i'm not worried

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

From the back seat, back seat

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Then lost my faith again

Put up and smoke that weed,

Now it's time to eat