This is a song about "Bong and weed"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

And delete that weed you are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Young money, d-town's all star

That hands you weed and alcohol

The weed into the bong

No tats dey for my arm

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I dont think people hit the bong think peace and not shits wrong,

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

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,