This is a song about "Smoking out loud"

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Get you pen out and spit your shit loud

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Spoken loud they smoking out

Third ward general, young cash money

Well mine speaks out loud for me

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

I've got nothin' to worry about

I like my weed real loud real loud

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw