This is a song about "Rob bitch taylor erin julia cathy nigga money weed"

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Rob a bank, i'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

A whole lot of money and i'm still here nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

I said i got my ass beat