This is a song about "Hit from the bong"

Aw shit these bong hits do the opposite, keep me awake

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Joeyy's blowing weed from bong, you amateurs are smacking b's

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

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

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

I dont think people hit the bong think peace and not shits wrong,

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

You get the hint just hit bong,cause im bout to spit some,