This is a song about "Money cars roll up a blunt"

Baby, let me give you a call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

But if you would care to join me, i was about to roll this next blunt

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Ready to murder you like 2pac, roll a blunt, smoke your ashes

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Got like a hundred cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Bad bitches that roll my blunt