This is a song about "Smoking the hookah"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I promise to keep it honest

Smoking prime only the finest....

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Smoking green to forget the real scene