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

They say that i never cease to amaze

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,

Of bad bitches and good tree

We got money to go get baby

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now i'm fucked up

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

And if you looka all the bitches...