This is a song about "Marijuqna smoke"

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

I put it down your throat

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Smoke emitter, and i'm bitter/

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Take it back in filled up with smoke

Walking on the ground

Us two we smoke a pound

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Been running around trying find a job

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Yes sir, please confess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress