This is a song about "Bong smoking"

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

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

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Smoke a bong sniff mom's coke (whiff) i spoke bombs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

With a bong fully loaded