This is a song about "Cloudy jane"

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

Your 2cents, cloudy mind turns me translucent

The day before is better than the present

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,