This is a song about "Roll blunts"

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

Blunts still burning, money earning

Why not me the same thing

They smoke there blunts all day....

Think i need another play

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

You, you, you have to pay for that

Im loaded, blunts loaded