This is a song about "Smoking the loud"

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

In the back cranking music so damn loud

My tires align with the play, but the times out

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Spoken loud they smoking out

Baby heading down a cloud

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

For the loud crowd who brought razors