This is a song about "Smoking that fucking herb"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

I'm mental, it's instrumental

The herb calm his mental

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'll be dabbing smoking on that shatter

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner