This is a song about "The downfall of smoking"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Of hard work and success, smoking more grass than wildfire,

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Two white cups and i got that drank

The downfall of our free land

Smoking prime only the finest....

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

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

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

And then comes their downfall.

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,