This is a song about "Smoking vapor"

I was born to do the damn thing

Been smoking tryin to stop stressing

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

I chill now...cop a little ice later

My shield a paper spittin words like vapor,

Smoking sticky fixtures

We just trynna be winners

Relax my mind smoking a joint

I make her kitten moist

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine