This is a song about "Weed money sex"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Tryin hard to hide my face

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

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

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

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet