This is a song about "Gangsters weed smoke joints blunts bongs"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Some niggas ain't got no luck

The kids that smoke blunts and roll them up

Down here its like i'm the only that don't smoke the weed

I can always go home and look down my street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke