This is a song about "Smoking out the bong"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

It's insane, it flows through my veins, and i could light the bong,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

She passes the bong, and slowly removes her thong,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

Why don't i just sit back and be lazy and just light the bong,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won