This is a song about "Bong wizard"

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

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

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'll have the wizard buried in a jungle staring at the night sky crying like why

With a bong fully loaded

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Just for being a wizard i'll slice your toes off and stick them in the freezer

The weed into the bong

That's word to my mom

And don't you bring your camera phone

Pull out the bong, that i own,