This is a song about "Blazing it up and smoking dat herb"

Too focused, one word

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,

You wouldnt even rap like dat if it wasnt fer me.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

We about to set this bitch on fire

A life of peace and blazing fires

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...