This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

True player, cory mo cold as hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob