This is a song about "Bong rips"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

With a bong fully loaded

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

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