This is a song about "Smoking the hookah"

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

But conflicts they keep on growing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

And i could see you coming home after work late

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

Smoking prime only the finest....

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I'm smoking all the trees.....and i ain't leaving any oxygen

Smoking green to forget the real scene

Okay, so play d, know what i mean