This is a song about "Smoking heroin"

And my niggas say

Stay smoking on the hay

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Smoking prime only the finest....

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Smoking sticky fixtures

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I was twelve when the gunned you

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Like a heroin addict rebirthed through withdrawals

More morally correct than a heroin injector

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her