This is a song about "Lungs with smoke"

While the other still stuck with the smoke and mirrors

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

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

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

I just want somebody i can see

Get a sack and come smoke with me

Smoke some, chill out everything comes with time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine