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

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

That happen to act like a black president

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck