This is a song about "Weed fuckboy niggas bitches money sex"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,