This is a song about "Blunts snakes guns money nip it"

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

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns,

He dont want the diamonds

And roll all my own blunts

First off congratulations on the win

Blunts still burning, money earning

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

I attract these pussy's like cat nip,

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit