This is a song about "Weed n money"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' for these better days

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I said i got my ass beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks