This is a song about "Rippin bongs"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Only rippin raps up like a fuckin horror flick yep

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

Together all the timethought it was true love

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth