This is a song about "Selling weed blunts money guns"

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,