This is a song about "Weed hennessey money bitches"

Swear i will murk any beat

Who be puffin that weed

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And pray for better days

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through