This is a song about "Weed money girls guns"

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars