This is a song about "Spliff"

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Hit the soothing spliff on some buddha shit

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Hit the spliff smoke that blunt

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Yea iv got a spliff to smoke for when this shits a joke

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Or spliff it if you classy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free