This is a song about "Smokin and blazin"

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

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

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm why baby mamas leave

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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