Who Really Cares About A Bad Blunt Video (MV)

Who really cares bout a bad blunt
The madness overbearing sometimes I ain't gonna front
Call him allah or Jehovah any name under the sun
I ain't too eager to face the thunder but on my mental this shit weighs a ton
New wave of drug selling treat it like an and one
Grab a board and orbit it swore that my shit caused some spasms
Cocaine cavities from laying it on the gums and so it happened
We was trapping laughing to the bank
Never tumbling as plugs were coming in never short staffed
Dreaming bout buying houses and selling them for twice the price
With time however this ideal would start to decline
Next to nothing was sold each day but I was fine
I could live off my riches sleep next to a cash pile
This wasn't permanent the urban streets lacked fiends
So my crack dealing fell short most people only wanted weed
The money wasn't as steady but it was enough to lean;
Not enough for me though shit I wanted back my G's

I was complacent for long enough before I knew it I was lacing
Peeps with faith in me hated me word got round bout my behaviour
I should've listened to my peers telling me to keep rhyming
But I went to clubs to look for people that was weak minded

And each time I did this I was more frivolous to the victims
Disposing the crack and making stacks why should I give a shit
These people should know better didn't they old man's telling to watch out for sellers
This business took of with no propellers or propane till one day it all changed

I hit i different club one I never been to
Possibilities infinite scouted once I made it past the bouncer
I saw a young cat bet he's a chump that won't even realise he's smoking crack
Jumping back into the selling game this gonna be exciting
Get my name indited into an iced out necklace and other rich items
Have you ever smoked "no" we'll do you wanna "maybe" I got some f*cking marajuana
Arbitrarily I stumbled upon it Australian shit best quality
"I dunno" we'll it's here if u want it
I could see him salivating before long he bought it
Now his pockets were light and mines was heavy
I warned him that this high is gon be deadly
I gave him a pen to smoke it no regard for the ozone
Shit had him stuck had him frozen
I noticed he was chocking then I saw his mouth start foaming
Owed it to me using up all the crack I had before
I was done and dusted so I ran with the hunneds on funds
Ain't even have the heart to call an ambulance I just dipped like hidden valley ranch
Ain't branch out to the fam or nothin
Few days later I went to see my moms at her place
We watched the news because she wakes up early (er-lay)
What I saw made me cough and become cold like popsicle
Because the dude I gave the green to passed away before making it to a hospital

Who really cares about a bad blunt
Now the only plug I got is right next to the bathtub