This is a song about "Weed money hies"

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

African queen got what you need

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Last of a dying breed

Put up and smoke that weed,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

A hit,coz i already got weed

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

What do i really need