This is a song about "Lung"

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

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

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

Mami... she open, she open

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young