This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

Most times when a liquor all gone

I just chill like cheech and chong

And remember what i said and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck that now trying get the money

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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