This is a song about "Smoking on the toilet"

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

Niggas getting shot just for bounty, not the toilet roll.

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Hit it til your make up missing

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

When the spark is out so when in doubt ill be smoking on that loud

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And this will be the song that we sing