This is a song about "Hash tag"

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

In fact, you faggots tag it as our meekest minority

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Tag your toes close the chapter of you assholes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Little light in the ass

Blow some fucking hash and laugh