This is a song about "Weed bong music"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Hard to make it in music/

So drop the slam and let's get sick

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

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

Haven't seen the world in so long

Smack a bong, rip the gong

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Rack, rack city shit

With a bong fully loaded