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

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

But they say we ain't big

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

I need to beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

2:26 // verse 2: you went to the girls school, in the year below me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed