This is a song about "Joint bong"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

And get on down with this thc vision

Hit the joint and pass it son