This is a song about "Weed bong music"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I make elevating music

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Hard to make it in music/

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

With a bong fully loaded

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

I just wanna make music,