This is a song about "Lung"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

Just to match the grind with precision

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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