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

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

I roam around town with a blunt in my hand, i light that shit up wouldn't expect you to understand

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Look over to my side and a bitch is what i find

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I just wanna take a puff, then i start to drift

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block