This is a song about "Weed and money bitches"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Swear i will murk any beat

Started out with just alc and weed

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Redan road, that’s my street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"