This is a song about "Smokin weeed"

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

They slowly showin they colors

Smokin haters unfurled

You to the world

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional