This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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

Strumming my pain with his fingers

And smokin joints to calm my nerves