This is a song about "Weed money bitches"

Who be puffin that weed

Now it's time to eat

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

We can't catch the beat

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

And all women who had light features, see

Get money then bitches

And i got mad love to give