This is a song about "Blackjack and hookers"

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And their mothers and fathers

Im always on the yard like farmers

And like to boast and brag

I can't turn back

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters