This is a song about "Ganja"

As the ganja smoke surrounds me,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

This motherfuckin ganja cause i wanna get up higher than the sky being sober's what i don't like

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died