This is a song about "Weed and money"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

With some weed and a cup

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

We can't catch the beat

Started out with just alc and weed

Sometimes i think, what i need