This is a song about "Pass"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Hit the joint and pass it son

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

So pass the baby oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

But i really needed to pass

But i let off everything i have

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Unloads a bunch a class tthinking is the ass that pass

And when there's nothing left to pass, we might pass to the left

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast