This is a song about "Bitches and mary jane"

, if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

And everywhere that mary went, it stared into her soul,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain