This is a song about "Weed bitches and money"

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

African queen got what you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live