This is a song about "Smoking dope with my boy brandon"

Nice flow / my minds dope

I put it down your throat

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Ever since then i had no job

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy