This is a song about "Chong up"

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

And maybe i am but

Just waiting to fire up

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

With the chinese: ching chong

Everyday a star is born

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Trynna keep my head up

Mr. right's running up,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Well, the club bout to hear this song

I just chill like cheech and chong