This is a song about "The homie ryan kickin back with bitches and hitting blunts"

Two aks and a box of blunts

Real light jab to opponents

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

And then the fuckin' acid i had started kickin' in too!

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

You can kick back with a brew or a beer smoke a few blunts