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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Knocking success in my chest hoe

In the club like fuck it, though

U stole my money bread and dough

This prada make me shallow

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

You ain't know nothing about me and my money