To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,
So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times
Your lies are fake as george bush/
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Evil stick in your heart like a needle.
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms
Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/
My guy got all the good weed
Me and my peeps often meet
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
That's when you know you doing shit
Marijuana hits, weed rap classic
Her bush looked like a mop/
They burn on every block
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