This is a song about "Chronic weed"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Life is ironic, cured hip-hop's chronic/

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Aroma all around me chronic

Me and homies sat back, relaxed blazin' chronic,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit