This is a song about "Smoking choking"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Only to goofies tho, choking on a doobie though

Your choking, yo surrounded

So if they better than the kid

That he's a wanna-be who's posing and choking

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Off the potion and the potent choking on the smoke i'm token

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done