This is a song about "Backwood blunts"

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Higher than giraffes blunts passed like a test

I be on some other shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups