This is a song about "Smoking dank wit the fez"

Smoking the herbs that are potent

I’m coming back like light-skin and

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

To the homie wit no discretion

Catch you up on places i've been

Stay smoking on the hay

Why i can't move away

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Half your body laying on my chest