This is a song about "Weed and money bitches"

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

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

But i know i see better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Started out with just alc and weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Put up and smoke that weed,

But i'm not worried

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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