This is a song about "Weed pussy money swag"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

My swag is to the roof

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Sometimes i think, what i need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain