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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I would have been a totally different person

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

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,