This is a song about "Weed blunts"

Guess i’m different than most

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

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

African queen got what you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Blunts still burning, money earning

And getting money is the song i sing

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

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