This is a song about "Weed money traphouse"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

This is the concrete

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

A hit,coz i already got weed

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who substituted for this weed