This is a song about "Smoking a nigga"

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

And this the endso good luck with your career

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Is written in our souls, africa

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Relax my mind smoking a joint