This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

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

But really you can't touch this scene that i am painting

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Ending all the debating, on the canvas im painting

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Bitch, i'm painting pictures

That's why i here whispers

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,