This is a song about "Smoking and joking for entertainment"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Because im a mean motherfucker and im not even joking,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Honorable entertainment/

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Entertainment i'm maintainin it ,claimin the game, and takin names