This is a song about "Smoking bongs on the moon"

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

If you said yes i would give you the moon

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

The critics are calling me conscious

The only smoking goin on is in your lungs

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon