This is a song about "Don t now what to do"

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

I dont know what im supposed to do/ the race is over/ now where do we run

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

You good man, we don't want you

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Forever asking what do i got to do

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

I don't wanna damage you