This is a song about "Canibus green lockback machette grow farm whore house microphone ledgend"

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

You just working with the scraps you was given

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Left me at the farm with strangers

Better yet they work my every nerve

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

And im hoppin on the microphone

Catch you up on places i've been

But a microphone sensation

In 2 to 6 hours

Grow it in my red house