This is a song about "Roll blunts"

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Now you got me hopped up on that

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Real light jab to opponents

And roll all my own blunts

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

His head'll get split like the blunts i roll

I was on the pay roll

This shit has got my soul

Cameras take, credits roll

De la soul is from the soul