This is a song about "Weed money traphouse"

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Swear i will murk any beat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

African queen got what you need

Started out with just alc and weed

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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