This is a song about "Smoke on"

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

This the weed song light up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Take it back in filled up with smoke

Smoke gliding on the tongue, her head gets numb

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

Been running around trying find a job