This is a song about "Blunt to the head"

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

With such an ugly picture in it and

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Shell put the beam to ya head

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead