This is a song about "Smoking fire passing out"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Im opening fire awn,anyone and anybody,screamin out the got me,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

I'll slowly walk out with the fire 'n flames.

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

When the spark is out so when in doubt ill be smoking on that loud

The teacher begins passing out the tests

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents