This is a song about "Smoking give up"

Sometimes i think, what i need

You must give up your shit is weak

Drinking smoking gettin torn up, anything i can to get my flow up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

We hustle to survive

Girl back up and give a high five

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Cops roll by,we mean mug and give a dirty frown,smoking trees dont be provoking these

Walk righ up and give um a smack

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And this will be the song that we sing

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,