This is a song about "And pass"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Pass the shit, master krit got you grabbin' the glass and it's,

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

I can barely wipe my ass

And sipping the jack they pass

So sit down, and take a pass on this one

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run