This is a song about "Chronic"

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Aroma all around me chronic

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Oh, don't worry about chronic, he's near,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,