This is a song about "Ben eryes dj weed joints"

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,