This is a song about "Lungs with smoke"

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

While the other still stuck with the smoke and mirrors

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

The street slang i be speakin in code

Get a sack and come smoke with me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through.

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Take it back in filled up with smoke

Got 3 niggas to smoke with afterwards 4 bitches blow dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric