This is a song about "Smoking on the toilet"

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

The only smoking goin on is in your lungs

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

See there no place better than the state of my mind