This is a song about "Lungs with smoke"

Smoke a blunt with him remanissin bout how well he know me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Feed me more rappers to devour, eat em up and howl with raised lungs

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

While the other still stuck with the smoke and mirrors

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth