This is a song about "Smokin dope"

But that's what he liked her

Smokin sweet and sour

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Go to school and smoke dope.

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

You pay your favorite stripper car note

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

I put it down your throat

You smokin on laced dope