This is a song about "Weed and mulah"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Blew money like six crips

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

I'm why baby mommas leave

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

The revolution will proceed