This is a song about "Shooting pussy money weed and drugs"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Together all the timethought it was true love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles