This is a song about "Weed money and bitches"

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

And pray for better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Started out with just alc and weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Indubitably i'm too street