This is a song about "Weed money bitches and good times"

No time for a break , good times memorys filled with laughter , its money sought

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

She gon get the mils for this

Get money then bitches

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Relive all the good times

Paper planes, long flights

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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