This is a song about "Bong tokes"

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

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

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Tats no dey for my arm

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Sit down and take tokes, niggas come around town like jokes, i can beat this bitch

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

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