This is a song about "Weed pussy and money"

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Cussin' pussy and status,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

A pussy and a crotch, rapper and astronaut!

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And delete that weed you are

Young money, d-town's all star