This is a song about "Bitches and blunts"

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

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

He dont want the diamonds

Two aks and a box of blunts

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

You see now that nigga lonely

Of bad bitches and good tree

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet