This is a song about "Hoes blunts puffing"

More than 5 blunts in rotation

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

They smoke there blunts all day....

I have so much to say

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Im loaded, blunts loaded

About some tyga beef shit

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

Im loaded, blunts loaded

When they feel safe on some bitch shit