This is a song about "Weed bong music"

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

I'll just sit here, and kick back with my last bong.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

The twin towers fell

Bong smoke got me blazed as hell

Joeyy's blowing weed from bong, you amateurs are smacking b's

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Nightmare on any street

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

Just a bloke that can't cope with a toke or a bong,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won