This is a song about "We are smokers"

Hit the club she drop it low

Are we living or dead bro

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

They think that we are defected

And still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those

I do the right thing

Are feet as we keep going,

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

You, you, you have to pay for that

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are