This is a song about "Hash"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Yo i could set back, sell out, get rich, and light the hash,

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Clear a path as i bypass blowing hash out a gas mask

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Gotta make that cash

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now i'm fucked up