This is a song about "Hash"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

And you all will respect that

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket