This is a song about "Smoking cones"

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Spoken loud they smoking out

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Stay smoking on the hay

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

See i let my nigga split that

Smoking weed and listening to rap