This is a song about "Bitches n marijuana"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Marijuana my profession

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Take the train one stop to cop my marijuana

I can always depend on my mama

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada