This is a song about "Tokin out the bong"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Never agree with that message

You just tokin so much

Aw shit these bong hits do the opposite, keep me awake

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Puffin' on the bud, when the bong shinin' bright,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Clear the bong, this my song try this while your high cant do no wrong.