This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Straight g thing, double m g thing

With the chinese: ching chong

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I'm on that cheech and chong shit, i'm here all day cheifing bong rips

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,

I just chill like cheech and chong

My sim card's the bomb

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and