This is a song about "Smokin shit"

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Call on one of your girls

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Im rockin out to nirvana, smokin down on some good shit

Something worth dying for

Smokin sweet and sour