This is a song about "Smoking strong"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

I will grow, and render, make myself strong,

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

She hits my bong, my dicks gettin hard and strong,

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

There's a strong correlation between obligation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You think you're strong, destruction imminent?

We gonna be all the way gone

But i kept myself strong