This is a song about "Smoking zoots"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

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

Take my moms, move away

Stay smoking on the hay

They pull a heater

I'm jokin, smoking reefer

Little more weed, first class seats

Smoking something like tea leaves