This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And if you looka all the bitches...

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

That shoebox shit, over with

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.