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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Cause they right down the street

Who be puffin that weed