This is a song about "Dalai lama"

We all follow the decree of dali lama, forget

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Spitting hot shit like a lama in some lava,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Marijuana's been as calming as the fucking dalai lama