This is a song about "Lungs with smoke"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Got 3 niggas to smoke with afterwards 4 bitches blow dick

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,