This is a song about "Weed money and my hoe"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Take my bus and bust down money

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

If you know like i know, you should lie low

You fuck around and get killed hoe

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

U took all my money and ran away...