This is a song about "Blunts and bacon"

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

You ain't gon find that

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

And there's no way i can pay you back

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

And roll all my own blunts

Real light jab to opponents

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot