This is a song about "Eric chong"

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I just chill like cheech and chong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I'm fucking with that cheech & chong, it's like i'm speaking japanese

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Well, the club bout to hear this song

With the chinese: ching chong

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I'm on that cheech and chong shit, i'm here all day cheifing bong rips