This is a song about "Smoke ass"

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

The only time i flirt with her

Smoke emitter, and i'm bitter/

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I know you just doing your job

Lungs get filled with potent smoke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Take it back in filled up with smoke

I fucking hate this job

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass