This is a song about "Smoke tricks"

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

Used to find dope in his coat

Ya beggin for a smoke

And now your best friend's having kids

And also know some dj'ing tricks.

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

And all my childhood memories

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Lungs get filled with potent smoke

Up on phrases i wrote

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Do have my own little tricks