This is a song about "Blunts and jazz"

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And getting money is the song i sing

Blunts still burning, money earning

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

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

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Rolling while im blowing this stash