This is a song about "18 blunts"

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

You, you, you have to pay for that

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Im loaded, blunts loaded

As deep as dawson's creek and shit