This is a song about "Hits from the bong"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

It's insane, it flows through my veins, and i could light the bong,

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

While jeffy-d hits the bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines