This is a song about "Smoke you out"

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

And smoke out with your bum friends, i'm a beast now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

You're uncool like my mother kin

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

After party crib full of broads all naked

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

You act high and mighty, you just blow smoke.

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

You aint a threat i smoke you from a bong and blow you out into a thong

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke