This is a song about "Rolling blunts in the hallways"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

I just want somebody i can see

Rolling down the street in my suv

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket