This is a song about "Weed and money bitches"

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Put up and smoke that weed,

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Weed and rapping weed in jays

It'll last for all these crazy days

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams