This is a song about "Tokin out the bong"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

The weed into the bong

No tats dey for my arm

I dont think people hit the bong think peace and not shits wrong,

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

You get the hint just hit bong,cause im bout to spit some,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

Bitch i'm on it, flow demonic, don't you know i'm tokin chronic

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick