This is a song about "Smoke ass"

I'm hoping i confess

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Spent a long time coming up this road

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Motherfucker this is forever dope

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

And all i see is that smoke

Used to find dope in his coat

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Take it back in filled up with smoke

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

I fucking hate this job