This is a song about "Sex and money and weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

If there’s a shining star

And delete that weed you are

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love