Blowin money like its doomsday, the weed is grade a, flick it in an ashtray, the right way, smoking on the sticky icky have myself a nice day, then go meet up wid a sexy chick whos stays like hard stains, yo, get the munchies out, what chu mean were out, well go get some more, goin up yo girlies blouse, for the time bein, never mean to be ubscene, I was just a lil hungary and ya girl was close to me. I drive fast whips, but I like the classics, sittin in a mustang , sippin on some magic, heard about my best friend ya that shit is tradgic, bein famous was a cause, but I just never planned it, so cram it, cause im only goin wid some dollars in my wallet and some liquor in my cup, double down and muscle up, if u wanna uppercut, we could talk some shit for days but the weed is lighten up

I keep the beat goin like a fuckin showtune, get ya in a good mood, go and snack some grub like some soul food, the soul proof is the bud is never old news, all these people actin helpless, they don’t have a damn clue, the facts true that the bud has got me lifted, weed and alcohol are here but what the hell is missin, maybe just some girlies, but we out there on a mission, shit is too disfucntional we actin like the simpsons, attention can I have all your attention, Hi tech in the building im the main attraction, rollin up a good ol fatty wid a bluntville wrap and we laughin cause we sittin here macin, I got the passion that will cause a sanction in a situation where the blunt has got me crashin, distractions are way to easy to come buy, better smoke another L and give this shit another try