This is a song about "Weed money power"

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

A country in power

He went from moving that corner

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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 mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,