This is a song about "Hash browns"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Hash tag paints villain's verse should be trending on twitter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

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

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas