This is a song about "You want the smoke"

Live the way you want to

Then i gotta say peace to you

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

You want to skip the process, go straight to the rocket,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

Haters, ya you got some, smoke it all you want some?

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

I want the you out of my body so bad you just

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust