This is a song about "Blunts and bitches"

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

And trying to start today with arguments

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

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

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

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope