This is a song about "Moving pound of weed they call hydro"

They call me grim reaper, i'm the snatcher of souls,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

My position improving, not to mention