This is a song about "White mutt pussy money weed"

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

The drug that they brain need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb