This is a song about "Lung"

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

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

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Me and my microphone could be one

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