This is a song about "Weed money"

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

Music is money, money isn't music

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

I said i got my ass beat

From the back seat, back seat

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,