This is a song about "The homies smoking fire"

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

The fire rages strong, the fire causes everything around me to flinch

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Smoking prime only the finest....

And getting money is the song i sing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent