This is a song about "Blowing smoke rings on da pussy"

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

Pull my wand out and those tricks get on they knees (ta da!)

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I tell her to cop it and keep on going i aint stopping till im blowing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Because i smoke on the green

And i put you on the team

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I bled on the bed and then on da table