This is a song about "Smokin and blazin"

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Smokin and relaxin is where you might find us (find us)

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You little young-ass motherfuckers

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back