This is a song about "Smokin good"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like loaded lux,

Got tired of running from the police

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

I fucking hate this job

You smokin on laced dope

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Smokin on that holly jolly