This is a song about "Smokerthejoker 32"

They're getting shit done

Hold on you can see my vision

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

He's quick as lightning, writes code in a snap

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

The vidyard crew is legit

Open bar with the torch card, now i open my own times^32

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Canada is where we made it from

Vijay singh and all of them

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

32. demons are preventing me,

You see now that nigga lonely