This is a song about "Smoke ass"

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

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

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

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

And all i see is that smoke

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Take it back in filled up with smoke

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

Been running around trying find a job

Spent a long time coming up this road

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Here nigga on the road