This is a song about "Blunts and kush"

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

The engine in back of my car

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

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

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