This is a song about "Bong"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

She hits my bong, my dicks gettin hard and strong,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Smack a bong, rip the gong

We at the top where we belong

Could be applied to this shit

With a bong fully loaded

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

When you took my hand up so calm

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john