This is a song about "Weed pussy weed money coden and sprite"

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

We going weed, women and some alcohol

When i step up out the maserati car

She likes the way it hits her lips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets