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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

.............thought so bitch ass nigga,

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

What influence as nigga money or fame

To this day, the game, will never be the same

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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