This is a song about "Pass the blunt"

Hit the spliff smoke that blunt

But nah, he is quite different

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Blunt draggin fanatic the deaths are systematic

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So pass the baby oil

The next day you is everybody target

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

Now i pass it on to the next

My god come before this bread

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Blunt loaded up like the city bus