This is a song about "Hash brownies"

And independent financially, how stands with me in smashin' hash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

All black everthing on some jigga shit

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,