This is a song about "Smoke on"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Y'all can't stick to no g code

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

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

Ya beggin for a smoke

My balance be so tight rope

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Here nigga on the road

I smoke on the best smoke

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Off the potion and the potent choking on the smoke i'm token