This is a song about "Self expression and smoking blunts"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

People be angry cause them motherfuckers aint us,smoking cane blunts,

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Two aks and a box of blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Committing unspeakable acts of deceit and self pity

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

A twenty somethin cup