This is a song about "Hit that bong"

I fear no opponent

Hit the spliff smoke that blunt

So is dr. j and moses malone

Pull out the bong, that i own,

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Like a bad bong hit, you better call it quits when i spit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

The weed into the bong

Stood out like pootie tang

I'm on that cheech and chong shit, i'm here all day cheifing bong rips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Livin on decks that hit the top floor