This is a song about "High grade hash"

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Little light in the ass

No one-half and i hate math

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

We love for a while then a light goes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash