This is a song about "Smoking joints"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Spliffin joints of weed and you can see that i'm addicted

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

I'm jokin, smoking reefer

I don’t care where ya are

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock