This is a song about "Ghandi"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Light you up muy picante, cross your legs like i'm ghandi

But for now i am still strugglin like ghandi

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree