This is a song about "Spliff"

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Puffin on this weed through a spliff, that's why my brain stalled

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

My mission to split a spliff, so i lit it quick, and still i get it,

Boy i always pearl the spliff and keep a girl to twirl her hips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Spliff when it lifts then exhale, freshest buddha,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh