This is a song about "Stealing bikes and smoking blunts"

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

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Im talking fat blunts, and they don't ever stop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing