This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

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

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

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

She dont have a problem with, with

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Then speed it up, this playing in the background