This is a song about "Big bong rips"

The twin towers fell

Bong smoke got me blazed as hell

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

It's insane, it flows through my veins, and i could light the bong,

With a bong fully loaded

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Why don't i just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Aw shit these bong hits do the opposite, keep me awake

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate