This is a song about "Hitter from the bong"

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

Clear the bong, this my song try this while your high cant do no wrong.

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

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

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Smack a bong, rip the gong

We gonna be all the way gone

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze