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

And roll all my own blunts

Real light jab to opponents

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Of bad bitches and good tree

And now that i’m getting money

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

But you hate them navel kisses

And if you looka all the bitches...

I said believe in your dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load