This is a song about "Pass the weed"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Unloads a bunch a class tthinking is the ass that pass

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Its cold as shit in this booth

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

Cause u can't pass the fukn test

Just say he's the best

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

With that weed in the air

Hey, you right there