This is a song about "Weed money"

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Cause they right down the street

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet