This is a song about "Drugs and blunts"

Way too much right here is at stake

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Real light jab to opponents

And roll all my own blunts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop