This is a song about "Bing bong fling flong"

Y'all similes is literal shit

With a bong fully loaded

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And honestly your gonna have bing your best

Carol city or was it the west

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

But i just scroll through them, like results on bing/

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

This is just an indication that we still working

How your songs though? you never spent a day in the bing