This is a song about "Weed money hies"

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

In his body and face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

From the back seat, back seat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

The revolution will proceed