This is a song about "Weed sex guns money drugs"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers