This is a song about "Hitting the bong"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Unleash the beast. call me karma. im hitting high notes, opera.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Why don't i just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Hitting the singing feather

Ay yo you wonder who i are