This is a song about "Hoes blunts puffing"

About some tyga beef shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

And non-nigga friends got it with him

More than 5 blunts in rotation

You know, work that

Im loaded, blunts loaded

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

They smoke there blunts all day....

Tell me how can we live this way