This is a song about "Smoking is bad for you"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Thats what happens if you degrade indian rappes like "this indian is rappin' bad"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Your bad is what is alleged

Life has put her to the test