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

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

And roll all my own blunts

Real light jab to opponents

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

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