This is a song about "Weed codiene xannax smokedjay trap money bitches"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Get caught in my mouse trap

And you all will respect that

It’s official, she my misses

Get money then bitches

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,