This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

To them it's just a story

Of bad bitches and good tree

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts