This is a song about "Blunts and bitches"

And its simple as that baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

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