This is a song about "Smoke a bid"

Who woulda known that i came here to serve a bid,

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Give me the weed smoke a ton

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Inhale a substance and watch that smoke unfold.

Blowing smoke my nigga it's looking like a chimney

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Us two we smoke a pound

I just might throw a big amount