This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

And if you looka all the bitches...

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Of bad bitches and good tree

Real light jab to opponents

And roll all my own blunts

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

And i'll show you all type of bitches