This is a song about "Taking moms bowl to smoke"

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I know you just doing your job

Smoke dope back then when i use to smoke tress.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

And grow up to smoke rocks.

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Moms asked where i'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

The street slang i be speakin in code

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I set the bowl on the kitchen table and walk over to the cereal

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.