This is a song about "Smoking a soot"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Smoking lye, you know i'm high, i'm floating like a rubber duck

And then along came the wrong man for her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Im just a goofy poofy white kid who enjoys smoking pot

Smoking like a crematory, cuz we blow em a dime at a time/

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm smoking psychedelics, i hustle like a felon