This is a song about "Ganja and britches"

Lil rasta off the ganja like he pose to be

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

They laugh and scream and leap

Redan road, that’s my street

As the ganja smoke surrounds me,

Do you think i'm crazy

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron