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

But whatever, you hit on the spot

Fuck that job been around that block

So what i keep the blunt lit?

I put that nigga in his casket

Signal distress, stuck in the nickel pretense

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Thinking i'm safe but that's just when the thunder hit

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

But you the last one he hit

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit