This is a song about "Cannabis boss"

And this vandle handles his cannabis

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

And i can't help but stare, cause

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Cannabis so loud it need quieting

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Of cannabis, the populace, is chanting his/

My medicine is cannabis save the bliss

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Now momma told me be careful who you love