This is a song about "Weed n money"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Swear i will murk any beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy