This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

And kill yourself and your clique

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

I'm fucking with that cheech & chong, it's like i'm speaking japanese

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

And once i'm dead and gone