This is a song about "Hash tag"

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

Baby, you got that super bass

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

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

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

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

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites