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

Nice flow / my minds dope

New canvas she need a new stroke

Complete stranger with a dope mind.

You can search but you'll never find

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

A reality/ 16 years or smoking dope to mask my pain/

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma