This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Smokin sweet and sour

You told me god was the answer

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Ending all the debating, on the canvas im painting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Smokin haters unfurled

But i murder him first

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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