This is a song about "Smoking too"

Smoking something like tea leaves

Gotta go, let her leave

Is smoking dro too for some melo-drama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

But conflicts they keep on growing

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Never lookin for a handout

Spoken loud they smoking out

Smoking prime only the finest....

That ice be onto my neck and wrist