Stay-at-home fad - Whole Wheat Blunts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jann Dough]
Bud Capital, vicecrux

Triscuit dipping while these words are slipping
Yeah I'm high and living so everything is chillin'
Damn I'm not top-billing
But I'm catching the feeling that it's coming soon like in the movies dude
Fuck the camera crew, they can't capture this picture
Don't be drinking my mixture, you can't handle elixir
Taking shots like a pistol, smoking doobs like a missle
Artillery baby, come and try and get crazy
Playing songs from the 80s but no crack no Haiti
Oops, I meant cocaine, shit don't complain
Cause you not in my lane, you don't think the same as I do
I'm most dope in the high school
Head banging I'm liable
I'm with a group don't try it, bull
Like I said, head banging, I'm liable

[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Make fun of my method, drive his back with a lexicon then jump the Rubicon
Make fun of my method, and let grades not fall upon a newborn
Courage manifested tenfold to meet a quota
Static character who is surely fixed on being keen, and never inching over cause love is a Casanova
Rosemary in the blender, change colors
Get out of my head, ha
Jawns on me, nah
Jann what's a wind god
Connect self-control to a made pretense of

[Outro]
Smoke hits from the bong
Smoke whole wheat blunts