This is a song about "Rolling blunts and joints"

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

And then we'll be ghost

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm intricate and infinite and rolling with no syndicate/