This is a song about "Weed money girls"

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

In 2 to 6 hours

But got love for them girls

We should appreciate the girls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Me and my peeps often meet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Last of a dying breed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next