This is a song about "Weed money pussy bath salts"

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

I was framed, got the case of salts

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Was framed, got the case of salts

Chomping at your oxygen chords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Was framed, got the case of salts

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy