This is a song about "Smokin and drinkin"

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Smokin' bowls of dope, but still these heads will choke and coke,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And mama's drinkin' bottles, puttin' needles up inside her veins,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

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

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains