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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

She’s a star if i ever seen one

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

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Competitors smoke dung in the lung