This is a song about "Hash tag"

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag

Can barely walk the city streets

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

If you don't then you better tag out i'm in the game

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame