This is a song about "Smoking out the bong"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

You're the corner stone

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

You aint a threat i smoke you from a bong and blow you out into a thong