This is a song about "Smoking spice"

Oldest nation on this earth

Smoking sticky fixtures

Been smoking tryin to stop stressing

I fell asleep texting

They vaguely decipher my language

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Smoking the best weed in berlin

I've got nothin' to worry about

Spoken loud they smoking out

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby