This is a song about "Bong"

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

With a bong fully loaded

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Sing song,ping pong,king kong,bing bong dong dong,

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom