This is a song about "Weed money pussy"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

I don't know defeat

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

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Said she had nice pussy

Hopin' that my niggas see