This is a song about "Hitter from the bong"

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

See the bong by your feet? take it out

In her defense she a part of the crowd

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

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

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

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

You aint a threat i smoke you from a bong and blow you out into a thong

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs