This is a song about "Rolling blunts smoking weed getting high making money"

Smoking weed and listening to rap

The real muscle in the message of that

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Smoking weed with depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

A happy home, that's my fantasy

In other words i'm getting money

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

But for long time i had gone cold