This is a song about "Gaunja the marijauna"

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The more battles the better the flows

As the king upon the throne

Now i'm in the zone

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

Girls fast how jamaicans run

The bigger the the fun

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,