This is a song about "Hitter from the bong"

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

While jeffy-d hits the bong

New message from mom

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

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,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger