This is a song about "Smoking and riding"

We blasting guns and we having fun when we riding, you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'm putting simplest ways and i'm smoking on that haze

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Of hard work and success, smoking more grass than wildfire,

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

Just you and i no smoking no ashtray

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad