This is a song about "Rippin bongs"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I dropped another classic

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/