This is a song about "Big bong rips"

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I'm on that cheech and chong shit, i'm here all day cheifing bong rips

Bong smoke got me blazed as hell

Let me call that hotel

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Instead of trying to right your wrongs, you sit back, light a bong,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds