This is a song about "Smooking hookah"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I got a swisher full of grass gettin ashed like a cigarette

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that