This is a song about "Hookah pen"

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

If yal scared of the pad, you dont wanna see the pen,

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

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

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

My ink pen so racist,

Dont need a pen to write

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Snoop dogg signed my shit with her pen

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

All i need is paper and pen

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them