This is a song about "Weed money gas"

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Got my foot on the gas

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Still got my nike boots

It's too turned going up like gas

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money