This is a song about "Weed bong music"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

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

Music is money, money isn't music

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Baby got that super bass

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice