This is a song about "A spliff"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

These hieroglyphs, he lights the spliff, and takes a whiff/

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Girl, i put in that work

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Prolly smell a spliff if you ever come near me