This is a song about "Ghandi"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

But for now i am still strugglin like ghandi

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby