This is a song about "Weed so loud you d think the blunt mad"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

That's why these loud blunt be burnin everyday

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I ain't never smoked smoked a philly blunt or even weed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Listen to me baby, i know sometimes you might think i'm mad