This is a song about "Cheech and chong"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one