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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And trying to start today with arguments