This is a song about "My baby girl cute weed blunts"

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

She think she cute she think she classy but straight up that girl is nasty.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared