This is a song about "Weed and money"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Cause they right down the street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol