This is a song about "Smoking that loud till it goes silent"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

But it never goes that way when your fucking with crys#tal

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Big homie hov said i am close

So listen this is how it goes

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Deal with it for now,till im on that accord.

We smoking on that strong.. hit it then im gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong