This is a song about "Blunts and guns"

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I just might throw a big amount

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

I know you just doing your job

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Real light jab to opponents

And roll all my own blunts

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different