This is a song about "Weed money girls and school"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve