This is a song about "Weed hennessey money bitches"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Need hennessey - to figure out my life lessons

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Get money then bitches

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Baby got that super bass

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

You rap about selling weed and money schemes