This is a song about "Trapping money weed guns brother fam"

My friends and fam hear me,

Fuck fame, fuck money

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Luigi was his brother

And let them lames get your old number

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho