This is a song about "Smokin loud"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Didn't fucking know i was sellin that loud

There must be another route, way out

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

I went from quiet to loud

I must go like fly route