This is a song about "Bong and weed"

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

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

Nightmare on any street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Rolling weed and smoking it too