This is a song about "How to use that bong"

I don't know what words to use

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

People seem confused by how i hope to use my talents

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

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

It seems like the police department loves but forgot how to use it,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

Just a bloke that can't cope with a toke or a bong,

You'll succeed if you think smart, learn how to use rap as an art

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

I swear that jesus is tight but you don't have to use my word for it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket