This is a song about "Smoking to"

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Spoken loud they smoking out

I must go like fly route

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix

Smoking weed and listening to rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

A reality/ 16 years or smoking dope to mask my pain/

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

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