This is a song about "Weed trap queen bitches money cash"

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Arrogant when i finish

Get money then bitches

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real