This is a song about "Weed cops money"

Toke lots and hope cops

Jt: fuck each others moms

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

It'll last for all these crazy days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

They got caught up with cops

I let you know you dealing with dogs

And the significance of cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

The drug that they brain need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

This is the concrete