This is a song about "Blunts and bitches"

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

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

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his