This is a song about "Weed money and bitches"

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Get money then bitches

Put up and smoke that weed,

From the back seat, back seat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Started out with just alc and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Smoking weed and listening to rap