This is a song about "Weed money bitches and niggas"

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth