This is a song about "Smoking that fucking herb"

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Smoking on that perp daily, feeiin' kinda hazy,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Smoking the herbs that are potent

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I'm putting simplest ways and i'm smoking on that haze

But you never come when you period is five days

I'll be dabbing smoking on that shatter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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