This is a song about "Smoking in the subshio"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

She got grove st. on replay

Stay smoking on the hay

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

I'm smoking shit you can only find in europe

Smoking green to forget the real scene

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking