This is a song about "Gilly bong"

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

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

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

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

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

While jeffy-d hits the bong

No tats dey for my arm

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don