This is a song about "Smoking niggas"

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

No wussy niggas allowed while i'm smoking on this loud

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Stay smoking on the hay

I promise to keep it honest

Smoking prime only the finest....