This is a song about "Gravity bong"

But i defy gravity of the influence

So here i am at the store for some chips

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Taking off into space, gravity cannot handle me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

The top, never falling down, no gravity, so rap to me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

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

While jeffy-d hits the bong

My sim card's the bomb

Smoke ? you know it taste good

With a bong fully loaded