This is a song about "Hitter from the bong"

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

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

The heavy hitter who won't quit

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,