This is a song about "Two more blunts"

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Black woman you cold

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

Can’t you hear that

Im loaded, blunts loaded

And non-nigga friends got it with him

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Im loaded, blunts loaded

You, you, you have to pay for that