This is a song about "Smoking to"

Smoking dank that's all i got to say

Rub my back, then let me lay

Try to match me but i'm smoking, toking up your disses too.

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Spoken loud they smoking out