This is a song about "Blunt to the head"

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

That reminds the blind to dress to the nines head to toe

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Shell put the beam to ya head

Keep it to point hit the blunt make a pass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

And the word most important

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

Give us this day, our daily bread