This is a song about "Clapping cheeks and smoking blunts"

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And now you fools better be clapping

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Or let the mob handle that