This is a song about "Blunts and jazz"

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

Where would i be without my dogs

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Im loaded, blunts loaded

They was on that mase shit

Blunts still burning, money earning

Why not me the same thing