This is a song about "Lung"

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

It ain't about black or white cause we human

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,