This is a song about "Bong rigs"

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

When you took my hand up so calm

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Instead of trying to right your wrongs, you sit back, light a bong,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

With a bong fully loaded

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit