This is a song about "Smoking ecigs"

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

And everybody's having sex

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Smoking weed with depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Stay smoking on the hay

Rub my back, then let me lay

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree