There’s one spliff left
You can smell the refers fume coming of her breath
In a smoke filled room dimly lit, her figure hourglass
Groupies pass blunts, rolled in keef with the hash
I’m still looking for my stash, we must have pre rolled tweenty
In the corner there’s my bag but it’s basically empty
There’s only one spliff left,
To my left I see pharoah Monch and Mos Def
I nod and walk past, OC and Bun B
The spliff is sparked now, Straight Sour OG
She’s still behind me, amongst the stars trying to find treez
Nas by the Bar with Extra P, trying to find peace
We walk blindly lead by instinct and andrenaline
Big up to shade 45, statik selektah and eminem
Tony Touch, Ron Mills and Al Lindstrom
It’s not that sirius I’m just honoring the Kingdom
See, … I got one spliff left
Heard Hov don’t smoke but this smoke is the best
It’s that macmotion, that Inno that khalifa
Hybrid fusion of indica and sativa
I’m looking at her re up, from the corner of my eye
Seen shameless whippin a mcfly with Ali shine
But there’s no time for that baby pass me the new sack
i gotta twist something fat, a blunt in fact
I need a dutchmaster, swisher sweet or entourage
But everyone in the entourage are smoking on fontils dog
She’s back now with a backwood but no panties on
I’m relighting the same spliff i had all along
It’s hitting hard like water bongs, Slowing down my favorite songs
That green crack, got my brain smacked like pin pong
She rolled a blunt that was fit for a king kong
Now she going home with King Don