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

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

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

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back