P***y, Money, Weed

Yesterday, driving to my mom's house with our son content in the back, my wife(!) ran out of skips on her pandora account and we were stuck listening to a rap song, titled "P***y, Money, Weed." While her moaning about the crap state of rap was funny, watching her laugh-cry when the next song was by Nirvana and I managed to fit the chorus from the rap song into the verses of the alt-rock song was heartening.