This is a song about "Bong tokes"

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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Blackberry and t phone

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

I take tokes while you little girls take notes