This is a song about "Smokin loud"

In her defense she a part of the crowd

In the back cranking music so damn loud

Smokin on that holly jolly

What them tippers don't see

I drop o after o of the loud,

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

My tires align with the play, but the times out