This is a song about "Smoking the hookah"

Round my motherfuckin way

Stay smoking on the hay

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Smoking prime only the finest....

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one