This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government