This is a song about "Blunts 40 oz and bitches"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

And where's the reparations, 40 acres in a agreement,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government