This is a song about "Smokin and painting"

Smokin haters unfurled

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Bitch, i'm painting pictures

That's why i here whispers

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

We ahead of the curve

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Ending all the debating, on the canvas im painting