This is a song about "Ghandi"

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

But for now i am still strugglin like ghandi

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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