This is a song about "Bong rigs"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Why don't i just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,

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

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Aw shit these bong hits do the opposite, keep me awake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Tats no dey for my arm

While jeffy-d hits the bong