This is a song about "Bong smoking"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And if i'm down with this banging shit

With a bong fully loaded

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Joeyy's blowing weed from bong, you amateurs are smacking b's

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

See the bong by your feet? take it out