This is a song about "Hitter from the bong"

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

The heavy hitter who won't quit

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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