This is a song about "Blunts and bongs"

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

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Im loaded, blunts loaded

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Im loaded, blunts loaded

They was on that mase shit