This is a song about "Bong attack"

Just a bloke that can't cope with a toke or a bong,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

Feel my wrath of attack

That moschino shit is so back

Smack a bong, rip the gong

But if i'm wrong

Because of your judgmental attack

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

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