This is a song about "Weed hennessey money bitches"

This is the concrete

Put up and smoke that weed,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me