This is a song about "Bong and weed"

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Hope my city is not too far

And delete that weed you are

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I keep my money neat

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Watching for the cops that's moving through