This is a song about "But the blunt hit the signal"

But whatever, you hit on the spot

He say, she say." oh my god

New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt

Closet the size of your apartment

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Hit the blunt and go to ash

You can't be wiping your ass

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Hit this blunt, puff puff, trust us,

Sometimes i feel so worthless

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,