This is a song about "Weed bong music"

She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

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

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

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music