This is a song about "Lungs with smoke"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Scream out till your lungs collapse, collide with a bus and die,

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

To get them niggas while they laid back

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

While the other still stuck with the smoke and mirrors

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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

Got 3 niggas to smoke with afterwards 4 bitches blow dick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick