This is a song about "Weed bitches money"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

And pray for better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Put up and smoke that weed,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,