This is a song about "Weed money hies"

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Who be puffin that weed

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league