This is a song about "Weed money"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Started out with just alc and weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck