This is a song about "Spliffs"

Spliffs with thick rocks in it to kill the tick-tock in

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Shit, spending days facing spliffs, on a been there done that basis shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious

And smokin spliffs till i get high as astronomy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Evoking emotions, sharp explosions to the notions of a spliffs devotion.

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him