This is a song about "Weed money traphouse drugdealer"

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

A hit,coz i already got weed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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