This is a song about "Smoke spots"

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

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

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

She will never get by, no how no way

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Smoke in honor for a goner

Smoke one, spit another,

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,