This is a song about "3 gram blunts"

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Blunts still burning, money earning

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Keeping them on the hip

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I had to fight back and shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

Now you got me hopped up on that

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Im loaded, blunts loaded