This is a song about "Smoking pot"

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

You really hated it when i smoked pot

Bun b, i’m underground king

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Settle down maybe grow some pot

And i don't make no bed rock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Spitting randomly high on pot

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen