This is a song about "Weed money"

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Cause they right down the street

The revolution will proceed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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