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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Suspicious that i will diminish foes and slap them like my old hoe/

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

U stole my money bread and dough

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married