Blem

They're all blems. They're from the dumpster behind an apple-waxing plant in Washington State.

Give up the name, I pattern them / Why you der life, your smoking blem

I pop my cherry on the opp block, holding a four-ten, / corn for days, corn for them, / can’t single, we out like blem, / been bad since when, / [incomprehensible or probably censored] back then, / now I am tryna lurk with friend plus skeng

Opps don’t come borne no more, swear the opp boys deny their ends / Dem man der get high off on blem then give verbal online with friends

Watched his world dissolve in his hands / Tried to roll a blem then put his head between his knees

And anyone of dem can curse, and we send shot And we send shot pon dem anyone of dem can get blem We send shot pon dem anyone of dem can get qweng