This is a song about "Smoking weet"

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Smoking sticky fixtures

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

And this will be the song that we sing

I lost my girl because i wouldnt stop smoking,

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

One time give it up for him

Smoking the best weed in berlin

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Rolling weed and smoking it too