This is a song about "King bong"

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Instead of trying to right your wrongs, you sit back, light a bong,

When you took my hand up so calm

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I'm feelin like a king,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Smack a bong, rip the gong

Ha, and the bitches all gone