This is a song about "Alone stoned"

So watch out for the stoned bitches armada.

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

And then we'll be ghost

There so strong you can get stoned

Too stoned to kill a bird/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

But you aren't alone,

Soon as i come home

And my regime includes east coast

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Stop and go writing shit stoned

The truth shall be told

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

Where i from, it get cold