This is a song about "Smoke dae"

I have so much to say

They smoke there blunts all day....

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

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

On top of that, i’m broke

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

New canvas she need a new stroke

Ever since then i had no job

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke