This is a song about "Smokin dope pourin up getting turnt"

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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Couldn't stand up after abusing dope and shit

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Sat up all night with a poltergeist smokin' crack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Maybe i should take up smoking dope again

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

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

We turnt up in the studio late night

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Pourin' up the liquor for memories as i reminisce,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,