This is a song about "Smoke spots"

Where rules get followed

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

And all i see is that smoke

Since i was left with no hope

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Fly as ricky steam boat

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

I said i'm hurting her

Smoke in honor for a goner

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

I smoke on the best smoke

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Ya beggin for a smoke