This is a song about "Weed bong music"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I got my weed i got my music its gone be alight) x2

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

The weed into the bong

That's word to my mom

It'll last for all these crazy days

Weed and rapping weed in jays