This is a song about "Smoking that loud"

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

And if you come through with that loud,

Its never dark cause were smoking that green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

No wussy niggas allowed while i'm smoking on this loud

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

Smoking on that perp daily, feeiin' kinda hazy,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Lighting up mary jane; that loud chick's

The youngest of my mother kids

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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