This is a song about "Smoking blunts"

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

But he don't rule a thing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Blunts still burning, money earning

Im loaded, blunts loaded

State flow hard dick

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

Rack, rack city shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded