This is a song about "Weed pussy money"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She say you got a pussy!

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I’m way harder than the concrete

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee