This is a song about "3 gram blunts"

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Im loaded, blunts loaded

And you all will respect that

They smoke there blunts all day....

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Promise to bought a cadillac for my gram.