This is a song about "All i smoke is chronic"

All you wanna do is get that stick

Aroma all around me chronic

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

I smoke dope too hide my pain , people say my life is full of shame.

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Spit fire? all i see is a bunch of smoke, and an emcee who's prone to choke.

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

I have so much to say

They smoke there blunts all day....

Life is ironic, cured hip-hop's chronic/

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click