This is a song about "Smoking the loud"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Smoking green to forget the real scene

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Stay smoking on the hay

All up under the covers day

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

And i got that bait, they all bad

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Smoking the best weed in berlin