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

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

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

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

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

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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