This is a song about "Smoking eight a day"

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

I'm level two, you're level eight

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Been smoking ever since i was a teen

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I'm smoking psychedelics, i hustle like a felon