This is a song about "Weed girls money"

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

The revolution will proceed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Who substituted for this weed

I get jelous when your with other girls

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

If i sent my dad letters

We should appreciate the girls

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"