This is a song about "Weed hard times family dying making money slinging dope"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Hustle for money and making livings

So here i am at the store for some chips

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Not bad using that dope money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Same weed good times with a different scent

Making things hard to find

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine