This is a song about "Roll a blunt or 2"

Not even a dollar or 2 for a rock fix

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Better watch your words or ill roll you up in a fustian rug,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Thats how ya know your on a roll

De la soul is from the soul

Thats how ya know your on a roll

Purify that woman soul

And i think i had enough, but she wanna smoke a blunt

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt