This is a song about "Blunts and miles davis"

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

My heart races a million miles

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I'm fucked up and this fucking feeling like 8 miles,

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

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