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

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

I think i busted it by pressing it a trillion, 40 billion 26 million, 448 thousand and 266 times.

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

And roll all my own blunts

Real light jab to opponents

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Go! you free to go about your business

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face