This is a song about "Weed money"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

A hit,coz i already got weed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But i'm not worried

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried