This is a song about "Smoking wees"

Smoking sticky fixtures

Throw it in reverse

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green