This is a song about "Smoking cones"

I gotta little clout

Spoken loud they smoking out

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Smoking sticky fixtures

Talking about the god you serve

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm jokin, smoking reefer

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones