This is a song about "High grade hash"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

I'm a grade a o g

Than the muse of a family

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Strike your ass with liquid nitro gas, light the hash,