This is a song about "46 f pass the blunt"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

The blunt sweet lubricatin hunnies in crunk heat,

Please pass me the vial

Lady at the frank stand will

But she's not alonemiss independent

New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Keep it to point hit the blunt make a pass