This is a song about "Rolling blunts in the hallways"

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

You fucking hoe, wanna get left in hallways?

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

As she goes through the levels

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

With only little practise you'll see a climactic change in the hallways when i'm fanatic

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Tears rolling like it's humorous, in abundance, numerous.

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

It’s the feeling that keeps us standing in the hallways flowing and

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,