This is a song about "Relax and smoke"

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,

Up on phrases i wrote

Go to school and smoke dope.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Your self encouragement or effort but relax and keep calm

And all i see is that smoke

Around my way, i'm cut throat

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Bitch i'm all you need

Put up and smoke that weed,