This is a song about "Pussy bong"

Why don't i just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

The weed into the bong