This is a song about "A millon swisher blunts"

She crazy, that stalker shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

And you all will respect that

Im loaded, blunts loaded

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Off the medical blunts long as a krakkens tentacle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble