This is a song about "Gaunja the marijauna"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Baby, you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because