This is a song about "Smoking spice"

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Smoking sticky fixtures

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

I lost my girl because i wouldnt stop smoking,

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king