This is a song about "Weed money traphouse drugdealer"

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

But don't like that about pipe or weed

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Indubitably i'm too street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Weed and rapping weed in jays