This is a song about "Hash tag"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

In fact, you faggots tag it as our meekest minority

Everybody watching while you touching real money

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

The door crack, niggas all black

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path