This is a song about "Bong"

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

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

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Before i'm gone let me light this bong and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong