This is a song about "Weed bong music"

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice 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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But i know i see better days

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb