This is a song about "Rippin bongs"

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks