This is a song about "Smoking weed in a patted room"

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

In a room full of people so much is being said,

How many weed you're smoking, "#i'm #so #much #respected, #i #go #harder #than #a #guard #or #kern"

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

Smoking the best weed in berlin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And while you doin you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Nothing elegant in a room with a big ass elephant