This is a song about "A blunt"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Keep it to point hit the blunt make a pass

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And california on that jerk shit

Blunt blazin hotter than a comet

They got me trapped

With a blunt in there hand,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Fuck that here is a blunt its already rolled/

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill