This is a song about "Weed bitches money 5"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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..

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches