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

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Of bad bitches and good tree

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

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

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

To come and change my life around