This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

I thought i recognized her

Fucking painting picture

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Five shots she ready to leave

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Smokin and relaxin is where you might find us (find us)