This is a song about "Weed sex money"

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Tryin hard to hide my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Penncounting pennys over tha years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers