This is a song about "Smoke on"

I fucking hate this job

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Smoke gliding on the tongue, her head gets numb

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

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

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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