This is a song about "Weed money traphouse drugdealer"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

But hey yo look, money from across the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

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

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

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

Started out with just alc and weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain