This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I just chill like cheech and chong

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

I know my daddy gone

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And a fridge and some broccoli

I just want somebody i can see

Or let the mob handle that

And some strawberries and some chocolate