This is a song about "Hitting the bong"

To which end you're hitting the pavement

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

The weed into the bong

When you took my hand up so calm

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm still hitting ladies, in all the sexy places