This is a song about "Sexy fumes"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

I spit fumes so sick you could die of a choke on it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Just that hot i'm a lyricist that can't stop,i screw you off the top making the fumes

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Still got my nike boots

When they hear me rocking the groove

Wouldn't approve of the fumes

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

With my sexy ass erection, so m uch perfection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin