This is a song about "Indica smoke"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I hit the studio

We got dat smoke and blow

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Smoke one, spit another,

Just to let you know, you are

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke