This is a song about "A millon swisher blunts"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Been running around trying find a job

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her