This is a song about "I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies before we find world peace"

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And now help my guests find their seats before i shoot you with canons

And we drink a lot so we don't feel shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

And i ain't playing around i fuckin came to take a puff

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I wonder if we'll ever find world peace!

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,