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

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

And trying to start today with arguments

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

I do what i need to survive, competition and beef is what makes my spirit come alive

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

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I'm in love with your business

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts