This is a song about "Smoke spillin"

Ya beggin for a smoke

On top of that, i’m broke

Here nigga on the road

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

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

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo